


Friends

by Taarbas



Category: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers: Prime
Genre: Alternate Universe, Cannon Typical Violence, Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Universe Alteration, im so mad this was supposed to be comedic and then megatron happened, kobd are still conjux but that isnt focus of fic so no relationship tag, the first half is still pretty humorous its just once you hit stars
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2016-11-16
Updated: 2016-11-16
Packaged: 2018-08-31 08:52:00
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,796
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/8572090
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Taarbas/pseuds/Taarbas
Summary: Soundwave, Breakdown, and Starscream all pick up new human friends, and Megatron is very displeased.





	

**Author's Note:**

> Listen the Decepticons should definitely pick up some human friends it'd be great  
> Nanowrimo Word Count: 26674/50000

Megatron glowered from his place on his throne, red optics narrowed into glowing slits as his claws dug into the handles, scouring the metal. Breakdown flinched, servo coming up to protect the parasite he had brought onto the ship, the whole  _ reason _ Megatron was angry. Soundwave stood next to him, expression unreadable as a similar parasite trembled in his claws. The spymaster seemed unphased by his lord’s foul mood, watching him with the same blank expression he watched the rest of the crew. Megatron bared sharp denta as he stood, strolling in front of Breakdown and glaring down at the small creature on his shoulder. It had the audacity to  _ glare _ at him, lips pulling away from blunt teeth and small hands balling into fists. 

“I’m not afraid of you,” It hissed, and Breakdown had the sense to grab it, tucking it away in his servo and hiding it behind his back. Megatron glared at the nurse, stepping over to Soundwave to examine the one in his servos. This one was bigger, and clearly smarter. It trembled in fear, trying to tuck itself behind Soundwave’s fingers to avoid Megatron’s sight. The spymaster, ever loyal, shifted his servos, exposing the small parasite to Megatron. It quivered, liquid leaking from its eyes as it stumbled, falling back onto the flat of Soundwave’s palm. Megatron sneered, pacing away from the pair to stand before the two. 

“And just what do you two think you’re doing? Bringing those... _ things _ onto my ship?” Breakdown flinched, turning his helm away at his lord’s clear anger. Soundwave’s fingers curled, hiding the parasite from view as a small choking noise came from it. Disgust rolled through Megatron at the sound, and he resisted the urge to squash it immediately. His spymaster may have an unseen use for them yet. Muffled shouting could be heard, and Megatron turned to Breakdown. The nurse straightened, servo tightening around the parasite as it continued to shout. “And just what is it saying?” Breakdown visibly recoiled, tucking his servo farther behind him before answering. 

“She was just asking why you’re so much bigger than me. She’s young,” He faltered as Megatron glared, words dying in his intake. Breakdown never was a very good liar, and Megatron knew it. Holding out his servo, he nodded at the one tucked behind Breakdown’s back. He paused, torn between holding onto the parasite and obeying the unspoken order, but was smart enough to place the parasite in Megatron’s upturned palm. It uncurled immediately, eyes flashing in anger as its hands re-balled into fists. 

“No I didn’t!” It called. “And I ain’t young either! I’m almost an adult! And you!” It turned back to Megatron, pointing a small finger at the warlord. “You’re nothin’ but a bully! He was tryin’ to be nice!” Megatron stared down at it, pondering crushing it and reluctantly admitting to himself that he admired the backbone it had. 

“Breakdown,” He grumbled, “How old is this thing?” Breakdown’s mouth opened to respond, but it cut him off. 

“I’m not a thing! I’m a human! I thought you just looked stupid, but I guess the look fits.” Megatron snarled, curling his fingers so the points rested against its neck. It swatted them away, stepping forward so it was precariously balanced between his palm and the joint of his wrist. One wrong move, and it’d fall in. 

“She’s twelve, my lord,” Breakdown cut in, taking a small step forward and reaching for the creature. He hesitated, stepping back into line and letting his servo drop. “And she really is young. The human lifespan is around 75 years, she’s still a child. Please just, don’t hurt her,” He shrank as Megatron turned to glare at him, about to berate him when something pulled a cord in his wrist, sending pain through his arm. He jerked, looking down at his wrist in shock. The child had dangled off his palm, reaching into his joint to grip a cord and pull it until his fingers curled and pain sensors kicked in. She glared up at him, jaw set in a stubborn line as she tried to pull it farther out of its casing. He hissed, plucking her up with his free servo and letting her dangle between his claws. Letting out a scream that had his audials ringing, she thrashed in his grip as she kicked at his wrist.

“What in the name of Primus possessed you to bring this thing back with you?!” He bellowed, curling his other servo around her to hold her still. His finger curled over her head, effectively muffling her screaming. Breakdown hesitated, the story slowly spilling out. 

He had been driving through the city, looking for Knock Out. The medic was on his off time, meaning he was free to roam so long as he didn’t cause any more unneeded trouble. Breakdown was quick to explain that, his voice surprisingly level. He couldn’t defend or lie on his own behalf to save his spark, but if it came to Knock Out, he was a natural. He had admitted he couldn’t find the doctor, and after multiple failed attempts to contact him via comm, he panicked. Driving through the city at least twice, he eventually gave up and began to search the parts he and Knock Out never went to, hoping to come across his conjux by chance. As luck would have it, he overheard a few humans discussing a race happening nearby, and had headed there. 

Hiding in an alley and watching the racers go by, Breakdown searched for Knock Out, not bothering to check his surroundings. The next thing he knew, there was a small human near him, watching him with a strange sort of curiosity. Brushing it aside and hoping it would move on, he continued to watch for his Conjux, hope dwindling as more racers sped by. Knock Out tended to pull ahead right away, not bothering to hide that something about him wasn’t quite right. The human approached him, climbing up onto him and peering into his driver side window. He didn’t think anything of it, until the human gasped, pressing a small hand against the glass.

    “You don’t have a driver!” It whispered, awe clear in its voice. Breakdown felt his engine stall, spark freezing in its casing as cold panic snaked through him. “Are you some kind of robot?” It asked, bracing its foot on his door in order to climb onto his hood. “Or some kind of fancy self driving car?”  Breakdown backed up, hoping it would deter the small human from sitting on him. If anything, it encouraged it. Scrambling up, it hooked its finger through the transformation seam between his windshield and hood, bracing its feet against him. Biting back a sigh, he transformed, the human now balanced on his chest as he crouched. It’s face went slack, mouth open in a large “o” as its eyes shined. 

   "You are a robot,” It whispered. Breakdown smirked, hoping that the sight of him would scare the small creature off. Boy, was he ever wrong. “That’s so cool!” It chirruped, standing up on his chest plate and grabbing the side of his helm for balance. “What’s your name? Are you a boy or a girl? Why do you turn into a truck? What are you doing here?” The questions poured out, the creature bouncing on its feet. He stared, optic wide. Okay, that was a wrench in his plan. 

    “Who are you?” He countered, voice rumbling. He knew sometimes hearing them speak scared humans off, the loud noise surprising to them. As his luck would have it, it only seemed to endear the creature to him more. Its grin got bigger, and its eyes brighter. 

    “I asked first!” He frowned, plucking the creature off his chest and bringing it up to his good optic, looking it over. It was small and dirty, flecks of dirt spotting its face. Hair curled around its face, little pieces curling away like wisps. It didn’t look much older than the Autobot’s humans. 

    “Look kid,” He sighed, setting it on the ground and giving it a small shove. “Go home. I’ve got bigger things to worry about-” 

    “I ain’t got a home. And you haven’t answered my questions yet!” Breakdown paused, staring down at the small human. 

    “Breakdown. My name is Breakdown.” It nodded, curls bouncing as it thrust its hand out. He hesitated before placing the tip of his finger in its grip. 

    “Name’s Tina! So, what are you doing here? Are you some kind of government experiment?” The sound of voices made Breakdown jump, transforming quickly and leaving the small human to stare at him in clear irritation. “I was talkin’ ya know!” It called, and he shushed her, listening closely. His run in with M.E.C.H had left him suspicious of humans, especially those with the kind of voice Silas and his goons had. They were getting closer and making a stupid, split second decision, Breakdown opened one of his doors. 

    “Get in and be quiet!” He hissed, and Tina obeyed, climbing in and staring at the glowing console. He drove, leaving the alley and heading back into traffic. 

    “Can I drive?” 

    “Can you see over the steering wheel?” He replied, bringing up Knock Out on his comm. It huffed, falling back against the passenger seat and mumbling to itself. He paid it no mind, praying his Conjux would finally answer his comm. To his great relief, his comm clicked, a small crackle indicating Knock Out had answered. 

    “Hey babe, what’s going on?” Knock Out’s voice filled the cab, the human perking up immediately. 

    “Is that your girlfriend?” It asked, leaning forward and peering at the console. There was silence from Knock Out’s end, before a quiet “What in the frag?” came through. 

    “Breakdown, what are you doing?” Breakdown hesitated, veering off the main highway down a side street. 

    “Driving.” 

    “Don’t avoid my question. Is that a human?!” Breakdown sighed, pulling off the side street and into a field. Transforming, he plucked Tina out of his chest, setting it in the grass. He rolled his shoulders, hearing the joints pop back into place. While he technically could transform in an alley, it wasn’t the best of ideas, and he was certain he had scraped all the paint off his sides. 

    “Look, Knock Out, it found me okay? I didn’t know what to do with it-”

    “I’m not an it!” Tina yelled, getting to her feet and crossing her arms. “I’m a she!” 

    “Ok sorry!” He called down, beginning to pace. She frowned, but thankfully had the sense to not try to run under his pedes. “So I took her with me. She’s pretty young. Where are you?” 

    “With Starscream. Do you want me to come to you guys?” If Breakdown strained his audials, he could make out the second in commands shrill voice in the background. 

    “No, but I’m gonna take her to the ship.” A series of expletives met his words, and he sighed. “Knock Out, she hasn’t got a home! ...No, I’ll keep her hidden,” He assured his conjux as Knock Out began to fuss, worrying for Breakdown’s safety if Megatron were to find out. “Mhm, love you too. Bye.” He clicked the comm off, staring down at Tina. She was beaming, a light in her face again. 

    “Was that your girlfriend?” Breakdown huffed, reaching down and plucking up the small human. 

    “No. That was Knock Out.” 

    “Is she your wife?” 

    “He is my conjux,” He answered, sending Soundwave a request for a ground bridge. “And you are going to stay there and be quiet until I say otherwise.” Setting her in his chest cavity, he watched as the swirling green bridge opened in front of him. 

    “Why?” Breakdown sighed, placing a servo over the opening of his chest cavity, trapping her in darkness. It didn’t faze her. 

    “Because, I need to hide you.” 

    Breakdown trailed off, optic darting between Soundwave and Megatron as he finished his story. Megatron glowered, clearly displeased with his soldier. Tina renewed her struggling, attempting to bite Megatron’s fingers. He sneered, dropping her back onto Breakdown as he approached Soundwave, grabbing the spy’s servos to bring the human up to optic level. It gasped, scrambling back and nearly falling off Soundwave’s palm as it cried. 

    “Please don’t kill me,” It begged, and Soundwave’s free servo came up, stroking it soothingly. “I just want my cat back.” 

    “Your cat?” Megatron asked, cocking a brow and glaring at his spy. Soundwave shifted, and if Megatron didn’t know better, he’d say he was embarrassed. The human nodded, meekly hiding behind Soundwave’s fingers. The spy’s visor flickered, a line splitting the dark mask as fuzzy images danced across it. Slowly, they came back into focus. 

    Soundwave was kneeling on the ground, a can of cat food in his servo. At his pedes, a white LaPerm draped across it, paws kneading the air. A pleased rumble left the spy as he dumped the food onto a plate, setting it at his pedes and coaxing the cat off him. It went willingly, purring all the while, and began to eat. A small heart appeared on Soundwave’s visor, pulsing in time to spark beats as his finger extended, stroking over its fur. The cat meowed, but otherwise seemed fine with being pet, continuing with its meal. As soon as it was done, it cuddled back up to the spy, rubbing its head around his pedes and purring. A small sound left Soundwave, akin to a delighted squeak, and he reached down, picking the cat up and letting it roll about his palm as he stroked it with the fingers on his other servo. 

    “Sookie? Dinner!” A voice called, and Soundwave turned, visor going out and fingers curling protectively over the cat. Crouched down as he was, the house hid him, but if the owner of said voice were to walk around, it would be impossible to hide the giant. Soundwave shifted, setting the cat in his chest before loading a bridge. He didn’t get to finish. A scream split the air, and Soundwave turned, staring down at a human with a bowl in its hand. Its face had went pale, eyes wide and mouth agape as it dropped the bowl and stumbled away, sending pellets of food everywhere. The spy slunk down, draped across the ground in order to get a good look at the human. 

    According to his databases, this human’s frame suggested neither male or female, and their voice seemed just as androgynous. Soundwave nodded to himself, reaching down and scooping up the small human. They screamed, attempting to run only to stop short as Soundwave lifted them. 

    “Please don’t kill me,” They begged, “I don’t know what you want but please you can have it just leave me and Sookie alone!” Soundwave cocked his helm, a question mark appearing on his visor. 

    “What is a ‘Sookie’?” The spy’s voice was deep and heavily robotic. The human recoiled, staring up at Soundwave. 

    “M-My cat,” They stuttered, “She’s white and curly, just- please! She’s my baby I don’t want her harmed-” Soundwave’s chest plates opened, revealing a swirling blue spark and “Sookie”, happily nestled in the pocket of its casing. She purred, basking in the warmth that his spark generated, rolling onto her back and blinking owlishly at her owner. Soundwave brought his servo to his chest, allowing the human to reach in. 

    With a quick shove and a “clang!” the human was trapped, Soundwave’s chest panels re-locking over his new prisoner. The human wailed, pounding on the chest plating as     Soundwave loaded a ground bridge. The portal dropped him in his hab suite, and with a roll of his shoulders, he opened his chest panels, plucking the human and cat out and setting them on his desk. The human whimpered, tucking itself behind a stack of datapads with the cat in their arms. It meowed, clearly unaware that its owner was terrified. Soundwave purred, setting another can of cat food on the desk and pulling it open with his claws. Sookie squirmed, scrambling out of her owner’s hands to run up to the food, digging in despite the giant robot looming over her. The human whimpered, staring up at Soundwave. 

    “Are you going to kill us? Use us for experiments? Eat us?” Soundwave’s shoulders shook with silent laughter as he knelt down, resting his chin on his desk. The human stared into the visor, their reflection looking back at them before Soundwave began to play small video clips; of a large black cat, of a large bird swooping past, of two minicons drinking and laughing. The footage cut off violently. The human’s face fell, their hand extending to gently touch the visor. 

    “I’m so sorry,” They breathed, and Soundwave nodded, a small frowning face reflected on the visor. “Were they your pets? Children?” Soundwave hesitated, but nodded, playing an audio clip of the word “family”. The human nodded, but kept their distance. “And you stole us why?” Soundwave repeated the audio clip. “You don’t even know us! You don’t even know my name!” Soundwave nodded, folding his servos on the desk and shifting so he could get a better angle. A red dot appeared in the corner of his mask, footage of the human being played back to them in real time as Soundwave began to record. The human stared, hand reaching over subconsciously to stroke their cat. 

    “You want me to tell you?” Soundwave nodded. “Uh well...my name’s Tristan, hi, hello.” The human was clearly uncomfortable, shifting in their spot and scoping the cat up to stroke. “I’m twenty-six, I live alone, this here is Sookie. She’s my cat, and the only other person I live with. I uh, don’t really have any contact with my family.” The human shrugged, and Soundwave reached out, stroking their hair with a claw. “Uh, thanks I guess?” They shied away, and Soundwave shut the recording off. 

    “I will not harm you,” He said, stroking them with his claw again. “You are my family now.” Tristan laughed, scooting away despite the reassurance. 

    “You just abducted me, forgive me if I’m not overly warm.” 

    “It was not supposed to happen like this, forgive me. But you saw me, and that was dangerous. You had to come home, now.” Tristan frowned, but didn’t argue. Whether that was from agreeing with Soundwave or fear, however, Soundwave was uncertain. Lifting up the human, he gently set them into a small bed, placing a fluffy blanket over them. “Sleep. It is late, and you humans appear to recharge now.” Tristan gawked, looking between the bed and Soundwave. 

    “Do I want to know how and where you got this?” 

    “Unimportant. Rest, now. Goodnight, Tristan.” Soundwave’s claw ruffled curly brown hair, brushing it away from their face before Soundwave returned to his own work. 

    The recording ended with a click, leaving Megatron staring at his own reflection. “Unbelievable,” He hissed, stepping away from Soundwave and turning to look at both his troops. “Of all the hair brained decisions-” The door to the bridge flew open, Knock Out storming in. 

    “Forgive the intrusion Lord Megatron, but I need my nurse. Now.” Knock Out didn’t sound the least bit sorry, and Megatron sneered, glaring down at the racer. Breakdown looked between them, taking a step so his frame was between Megatron and Knock Out’s. 

    “How cute,” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he shoved Breakdown out of the way, striding in front of Knock Out. “And just what do you think you’re doing, bursting in here and giving orders?” Knock Out glared, all usual fear and deference lost in his work. 

    “I have a patient bleeding all over my medical table, forgive me, my lord, if I do my job.” His words were laced with venom and an unspoken threat, one Megatron was inclined to respect, at least a little bit. 

    “Breakdown!” He snapped, turning to the soldier. “You are dismissed, for now.” Breakdown nodded, walking over to his conjux and standing protectively between Megatron and him. Knock Out’s claws curled around Breakdown’s arm, pulling him away from Megatron and leading him down the hall. 

   “So  _ you’re _ his husband...wife, whatever!” Tina’s voice echoed, and Megatron heard Knock Out sigh. Turning back to Soundwave, the warlord glared at the human. 

    “Soundwave, you best have an actual  _ use _ for this creature,” He sneered before stalking off, heading to the med bay. He expected to find another vehicon on the slab, helm dented from a poorly thought out stunt. Instead, he found Knock Out kneeling on the ground, working with a set of tweezers as Breakdown carefully manipulated a small human on the slab. Starscream stood to the side, servos clasped behind his back. 

    “Well the good news is most of this damage just  _ looks _ bad. She’ll live, but those bruises won’t be going away for a long while. As for her ribs and arm, they’re in a brace for now. It was only the one rib, so she will be in pain,” As he spoke, he picked up the smallest syringe he could find, filling it with a small amount of painkiller and tapping the needle. “This should help though. Will leave a nasty mark though.” Starscream nodded, reaching down to sweep the human’s matted hair out of her face and help Breakdown get her sleeve out of the way. She didn’t flinch as Knock Out pushed the needle into her skin, pressing the plunger down enough to get the miniscule amount into her. The needle was pulled away and gauze wrapped around her arm when Megatron cleared his intake, watching with pleasure as Starscream visibly flinched, taking a small step away. 

   "My lord,” Starscream said, resting his servo on the slab in order to hide the human. 

    “Starscream,” He growled, walking around the slab so he stood in front of his second in command, “Just what have you brought us? One of the autobot pets, perhaps?” Starscream took a step back, his servo a constant over the human. Out of the corner of his optic, Megatron watched Breakdown scoop up Tina, tucking her in his chest cavity before reaching for Starscream’s human. The seeker glared, and Breakdown smartly backed away. 

    A croak left Starscream’s intake as Megatron’s claws sank into the soft mesh of his throat, lifting him off the ground. The seeker’s claws bit into his servo as his pedes kicked, desperate for the ground. The human gasped, getting to her feet and taking a few steps away. “What were you thinking?” Megatron hissed, dropping Starscream and watching as the seeker scrambled back, grabbing the human in his claws and holding her to his chest. 

    “What was I supposed to do, leave her?!” He rasped, his vocalizer struggling to reset after being smashed. Megatron glared, taking another step closer. Starscream gasped, turning away and cowering as Megatron shook his helm. 

    “Pathetic. And just why couldn’t you leave her? It’s a human.” Starscream shivered, straightening up before setting his jaw in a determined line, optics narrowing. 

    “I brought her here so she’d be safe,” He answered, setting her on his shoulder. She clung to an energon line in running down his neck, her fingers looped around the cable. His wings twitched, faltering in their show of bravado as Megatron stepped in front of him, servo grabbing his chin and forcing him to keep his optics on his own. 

    “Don’t touch them.” The human’s voice was small and soft in comparison to the seeker’s, and Megatron turned, fixing her with a withering glare. She didn’t falter. “You heard me. Don’t touch them.” Megatron’s claws bit into Starscream’s face as the seeker mouthed for her to be quiet, leaving dents and weals in their wake as he pulled them free. 

    “Well, Starscream. It seems you found a human even braver than you. Not that it’s a challenge.” The girl’s eyes narrowed, and she straightened up, the brace throwing her off balance. 

    “I’m not afraid of you.” Megatron rolled his optics, turning back to his second in command. Energon dripped from his face, splattering onto his chest as he stared at his pedes. He was shaking, wings trembling as his plating chimed. 

    “And just how did this happen?” Megatron sneered, and Knock Out stepped up. 

    “We had went for a walk, my lord, in our holo avatars. We went to a human bar, and when we left, he saw her in an alley and decided to bring her to the ship. A spoil of war, if you will,” Knock Out picked at his claws a little too casually for Megatron’s liking. Turning to berate Starscream, he was cut off by the girl. 

    “I’ll tell you what happened. I was with my boyfriend. We had been planning to go to the bar, when I mentioned that I didn’t want to stay too late. He got mad, real mad. It seemed alright, we went in, we relaxed, I drank a bit. He didn’t. But we talked, we talked a lot. Things seemed great. When we left, he took me through the side exit so we wouldn’t be on the main street and hit me, hard. He wouldn’t quit, and I screamed. Star must’ve heard me, because next thing I know my boyfriend’s tossed off me and bleeding and there’s someone standing over me with blood on their hands and asking me if ‘m alright. They helped me up and brought me out onto the main street and was looking at my wounds and brought me to him,” She nodded at Knock Out, “And next thing I know they aren’t human. I told them it wasn’t the first time it happened, but it was the first time someone intervened.” Her eyes narrowed, turning flinty as she glared at Megatron. “And I guess I see why.”  Megatron didn’t react to her words, instead hooking his claws into Starscream’s throat, just beneath the crook of his jaw. It forced his helm up.

    “She better be gone by tonight,” Megatron hissed, shoving Starscream back into the cabinets before turning on his heel and leaving. Knock Out was on Starscream in a spark beat, pulling the human off him and laying him on the operating slab, already working to knit energon lines back together and stop energon from leaking from the weals in his face. Starscream was trembling, fingers twitching against the slab. The girl hopped down from her perch on the tray table, walking over to his servo and catching a long claw in her arms. The servo shook a little less. 

   "What’s your name?” He asked, curling the claw to simulate squeezing her hand. She returned the gesture. 

    “You can call me Val.” He nodded. 

    “You’re going to stay with Breakdown, Val. Megatron won’t find you. Neither will your human mate.” Val nodded, resting her cheek against his claw. Knock Out worked above them, repairing familiar wounds with the skill only someone who has treated the same wound over and over. She frowned, looking over at Breakdown. Tina was on his shoulder again, her eyes wide with fear as she looked between Starscream and Breakdown. He was trying to soothe her, murmuring quietly and stroking her hair with his fingertip. 

    “What’s up with the ‘he’?” Val asked, and Starscream shook his helm. 

    “Don’t worry about it. Go with Breakdown. I mean it.” She frowned, squeezing the claw she had lain claim to. 

    “Thank you, Star.” He nodded, working his intake as Knock Out popped his vocalizer back into place. 

    “Good as new,” The doctor murmured, stepping away to allow Starscream to stand. He did, wings drooped and trembling as Val gripped the edge of one. He flinched, pulling her off it and offering her to Breakdown. Her arms stubbornly wrapped around his thumb, and Starscream sighed. 

    “Please Val-” 

    “I’m not leaving. I’m gonna stay with you, and he can fuck himself. I’ll get him for you Star, don’t you worry.” Starscream hesitated, face falling as he looked between her and Breakdown. Breakdown continued to stroke Tina’s hair, still working to calm the child down. Knock Out refused to meet his optics, as he always did after things like this. Knock Out meant well, but he didn’t know how to handle certain...situations. Back on Cybertron, he either was unaware of what went on behind closed doors, or “accidentally” botched a surgery for partners who were trapped. Here, he could only patch Starscream up in the aftermath. In-venting deeply, Starscream nodded, setting Val on his shoulder and heading towards the door. He would go to his hab suite, do some research on how to care for a human, maybe get her some furniture that was her sized. 

    “Thank you, Val.” 


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